What's the scariest moment of your life?

[Lonelydaisy]

Following on from a thread I read earlier..

What's the most scariest life event you've been through?

Mine would be a stroke at 25 years old.

Nothing to add but I have a huge desire to send as much love as possible to you all.

Getting a call from the police while I was at work to say my dads motorbike had been found at the bottom of a river.

He was severely depressed.

Luckily it had just been Stolen and he wasn’t answering his phone because he was going through a severe depressive episode and couldn’t get out of bed.

@Mummyratbag

GADDay in a thread of hideous/heartbreaking stories, all of which deserve sympathy, yours has made me take an even bigger gasp of air. I hope you have found some level of peace.

Thank you @mummyratbag

This is a thread of terrifying and heartbreaking things. I am one of the lucky ones. I have a wonderful husband and three gorgeous children. Notwithstanding long term MH issues - my life has for the most part been a happy one x

I had a very rare allergic reaction to a prescribed drug & I was unable to move or communicate.
At the beginning, I was still able to hear & understand & I remember thinking 'so this is locked-in syndrome'.
I was terrified but couldn't let anyone know. Losing consciousness was a blessing.

My SIL and her baby died in childbirth. I was her birth partner and just before her contractions started she said she felt something wasn't right, she described it as 'impending doom'. She screamed when the baby was born blue and not breathing, and she started hemorrhaging. She was taken away for emergency surgery and the midwife asked me if I wanted to hold the baby, as it was unlikely SIL would be able to anytime soon. She was lovely, stayed with us until we were told SIL hadn't made it. The midwife held us both for hours- long past when her shift ended.

My then 18 year old daughter calling to say a man had attacked her while she was out running. He pushed her to the ground and got on top of her and she managed to fight him off. Very traumatic but she has come through and has subsequently trained as a sexual violence counsellor

Falling and believing, on the way down, "This is it for me!".

It obviously wasn't but is not something I will forget in a hurry.

GADDay - I'm glad that things are for the most part good x

RaindropsOnRosie - that is absolutely heartbreaking x

So sorry for everyone on this thread :(

Having a post partum haemorrhage was really scary. I remember thinking I was going to die as I blacked out. Worse for me was someone trying to get in my house, while I was alone with the children. I had heard the noise but looked out and didn't see a thing. Luckily for us the neighbour across was up and called the police. She later said as I stuck ny head out the upstairs window the 2 men lay down so I wouldn't see them.

On another note, I was once on a flight on a very dodgy plane. My husband and I practically held our breath for the whole journey! It made some awful noises and some seats were missing.

@RaindropsOnRosie

My SIL and her baby died in childbirth. I was her birth partner and just before her contractions started she said she felt something wasn't right, she described it as 'impending doom'. She screamed when the baby was born blue and not breathing, and she started hemorrhaging. She was taken away for emergency surgery and the midwife asked me if I wanted to hold the baby, as it was unlikely SIL would be able to anytime soon. She was lovely, stayed with us until we were told SIL hadn't made it. The midwife held us both for hours- long past when her shift ended.

That's so very sad

Two equally but very different moments, each involving one of my DC.
1- when I got off the train after my commute to work and got a call from the friends I'd left my DS with for the school run to say that him and their son (9 at the time) had gone missing on the way to school. The train journey back home was the longest ever, with constant phone calls from the school and police and me getting panicked whenever we hit a signal-free zone. Seeing the police helicopters hovering around the area and knowing they were looking for my son was horrendous. Thankfully they were found safe and well and had just been playing a game of hide and seek on the walk to school which had gone rather wrong.
2 - on holiday in France and swimming in a lake that had a little pontoon in the middle of it. DS1 was a strong swimmer and had made it there himself, but DS2 was too nervous to do it on his own and wanted me to help. I got him onto the pontoon and then he wanted to go back to shore, but was too scared to swim himself (he was about 6 at the time). I swam back with his arms round my neck (used to be a lifeguard), but he was heavy and kept pulling me down into the water. I couldn't touch the bottom of the lake and DS was getting distressed even though I was telling him to be calm. I tried calling for help in English (the lake was full of other people, just a few metres away from me where it was shallower) but nobody paid any attention to me. DS kept pulling me underwater and almost sitting on top of me and I knew I either had to let go of him and get myself to safety, or find a way of getting someone to help him and calm him down. I came up for air and managed to call 'Help' in French, when a man only a few metres away turned and reached out to me so that I could pull myself to the shallower water. We got to the shoreline and DS was absolutely fine, ran off and started playing on the beach. I sat there shaking and totally convinced that I would have drowned myself and DS if it hadn't been for that one man who heard me shout.

Pretty trivial after some other posts, but this is the only time I screamed with terror. I was quietly sorting out a chest of drawers in our bedroom with my back to the door. My husband came in bent over, arms dangling, making ape noises, oooh, oooh, oooh, and I didn't even know he was in the house!

Driving to the hospice after getting a phone call in the early hours, telling me that DH 'was really very poorly' and thinking mistakenly that surely he'd have a few months more. Holding his hand as he died, peacefully thank goodness after a devastating diagnosis less than a year earlier. Driving home at 6 am knowing that I'd never see him again and would spend the rest of my life just muddling along. He was my soul mate and life will never be the same.

Then suffering pneumonia and struggling to breathe, years later a cancer diagnosis - by comparison these were trivial. Whatever happens to me will never, ever compare to what DH went through and it would take a lot to scare me ever again.

Had a few traumatic events such as breaking into dads house knowing it was likely I would find him dead, or ds's traumatic birth.

But the scariest ever was when I was at dsil house, with ds(8) a few weeks after it came out her partner (ex-navy) had been abusing dniece(13) and he had absconded from the police. He had been trying to convince SIL dniece was lying over the phone/hand delivered notes etc, she had set up security cameras and kept finding lens taped over, or things obviously moved in the garden, so tensions were already high and police had put in a panic button for her.

He showed up at her house that night and the time waiting for the police to arrive, with him shouting and screaming and banging on doors and windows (don't know if he was trying to get in or not) while dniece cowered shaking and screaming for him to go away in a corner, and ds(8) crying was terrifying.

He left before the police arrived, but they eventually tracked him down (was front page of a Scottish national newspaper and a member of public recognised and reported him) a couple of months later.

When in college, I was attacked by a stranger when on a short from the library to a local shop/garage in the early evening. He had a knife. I was dragged to sports field area and raped. I really though I was going to be killed. But looking back and having read about this and learned in therapy, it was the threat and suggestion of force to get the victim to comply. He was a teenager FFS, and knew exactly what he was doing.

@RaindropsOnRosie

My SIL and her baby died in childbirth. I was her birth partner and just before her contractions started she said she felt something wasn't right, she described it as 'impending doom'. She screamed when the baby was born blue and not breathing, and she started hemorrhaging. She was taken away for emergency surgery and the midwife asked me if I wanted to hold the baby, as it was unlikely SIL would be able to anytime soon. She was lovely, stayed with us until we were told SIL hadn't made it. The midwife held us both for hours- long past when her shift ended.

Utterly devastating, im so so sorry.

@ShippingNews

Waking up during an operation. I was paralysed, but woke up and was fully aware of what was happening. The tube blocking my throat stopped me from even making a sound to alert the doctors . It was like being inside a horror movie. Finally ( I assume) the anaesthetist must have realised what was happening because I "went under" again. I still have nightmares about that.

This happened to me. Twice. Utterly terrifying because you cannot do a thing 😱

Both times was concerning DS, when he was 2 1/2 and having a bad asthma attack. He hadn’t been diagnosed at that point. I remember he was going limp by the time we got to the hospital and they gave him oxygen and steroids (I think, it’s a blur, DH was abroad for work and I had a newborn).

Then when he was 4 his lips went blue, covered in hives and went into anaphylactic shock. We were on holiday. Ambulance was slow, I was screaming down the phone, screaming at everyone. I remember a nurse spoke to me and said give him some piriton/zirtek. Luckily DH had a box of tablets for hay fever, gave him a half tablet. That nurse saved his life as I knew nothing about allergies at that point. He was in hospital recovering for a couple of days. DS has lots of serious allergies, he is 17 now.

When my son had heart surgery when he was 13 months old on Friday the 13th. He spent 13 days in intensive care. He nearly died twice. I’ve never been the same since. Thankfully, he was too young to remember.

I nearly got hit by a supermarket lorry when on a busy motorway. both going at 65-70 mph. He was in the lane to take an exit, and at the last second decided he didn't want to do that, so came out to the right into my lane. I had to do the same to my right to avoid him, and thankfully that lane was empty.

My dad was in the car with me. He is the calmest, most unflappable human on the planet, I've never seen him panic or be scared. He said "oof, that was a bit close, wasn't it?", which is akin to a normal human having a panic attack. We had to come off at the services for me to calm down before continuing the drive.

The really dumb thing is that the exit would have led down to a roundabout, where the lorry could have rejoined the motorway. There was no need to pull out.

My gosh, I have my own scary stories but none of them compare to these.

You are all wonderful, wonderful women and I'm so sorry for what you've all been through.

Flowers and cake for everyone!

On the 3rd of my 4 miscarriages, the sac became stuck in my cervix and caused me to haemorrhage. I was rushed to A&E and honestly thought I was going to bleed to death. The pain was unbearable and because of covid at the time they couldn’t use anaesthetic incase of a shortage so they did a d&c with gas and air. The scariest thing I’ve ever been through.

I’m now 25 weeks pregnant with our rainbow

My baby being taken ill 3 hours after delivery (trouble breathing) and me also developing a heart rate that was 'so high it was off the scale'. Peaceful birthing suite suddenly became like an episode of 'House' filled with consultants. DS ended up in ICU needing a spinal tap to rule out meningitis etc. I was admitted to high dependency. DH was sent home and thought we were both going to die. We never found out what the infection was - GP was the only one who mentioned possible hospital acquired infection.